Today is Another Day

Grillo

Painted by Yusuf Grillo 

Today is another day;
today is an other day.
Tomorrow will become yesterday,
a brand yesterday,
if you don’t take new steps today.

Take four steps to grow,
take three steps to heal,
take two steps to love,
take a step to part ways
with today’s yesterday.

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Love and Life

Little-Yachtsman

“Little Yachtsman” by Amanda Jackson

He cannot be the love of your life
if what he has is the love of your life,
not the love of you.
He praises you because you have this,
and you can do that,
but those things removed,
he wouldn’t know what to do with you;
you would have no use to him.

The Present is the Past III

Your past is the present
that you present to your self often;
choose and wrap carefully.

Unrequitedly Requited

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“African Woman” by Konstantin Yegorovich Makovsky [Oil Painting]

“I love you.”

My heart froze, but not out of fear. It was beating very quickly, and I could have sworn it was having continuous orgasms, if I had to describe the feeling. I wasn’t afraid anymore; I was nervously, intensely relieved.

He loved me.
He loved me.
He. loved. me.
Oh, God.

Then he continued, and right after he did, I wished that he hadn’t.

“I love you two, you and Leidy.”

Wait, one second! Did he say “I love you two” earlier or “I love you too”?

“You both mean so much to me and I’m lucky to have you as sisters from another mum.”

I immediately burst into laughter, and for some reason, he began to giggle too.

“You both are my babies.”

Well, he just didn’t know when to stop, did he? 

I began to laugh even louder. I laughed so much so that tears began to run down my face.
He was laughing because I was laughing; I was laughing because I thought I had just made a fool of myself, and I was deeply hurt. If he was laughing because I was laughing, he was laughing because I had made a fool of myself, because I was deeply hurt.

I so desperately wanted to sink into the ground and disappear or fly on the angel of death’s wings and never return. He loved me, that was good, but not the way I wanted to be loved.

Ties and Thighs

Relationship ties should not be
reliant on the exercise of
what’s between the thighs.

Sex shouldn’t be the main thing
you enjoy in a partner.


Love is love;
love isn’t sex.
You can love anything but
you can’t have sex with everything.

All Will Be Well

It’s okay if it didn’t work out,
I don’t work out either,
but I am fine,
and everything will be fine too.

The dream that you wish will come true.

Beautifool

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Painted by Konstantin Razumov

Do they have beautiful faces
but ugly minds?
Well, you can call them beautifools.

They only make friends with Mirrors-
friends who don’t care about the soul,
friends who don’t care about the real self,
vain friends who are as blind as bats.

Why do I call them Mirrors?
Mirrors only tell you how beautiful you look;
they don’t tell you how beauty-full you are.

Beautifools place mirrors in their bags,
and walk with mirrors by their sides.
They only see what they want to see
and hear only what they want to hear.

True beauty lies in the heart;
don’t be a beautifool,
and don’t make friends with one.

Even if you are not full of beauty,
since no one is,
be yourself,
but be the best you that you can be.

True beauty comes from the heart;
through the mouth and the hands.
Let your beauty be perceived;
let your beauty be seen.

Your Royal Highness

I know that you are high on “we”ed;
you are with your gossip team.
Although you ought to be polite to me,
you don’t see the need.
Don’t smile at me when we’re alone;
you have done that deed.
Don’t speak to me in the garden;
you have sown that seed.

Too Far Away

I loved U,
and U loved I,
but I was too far away from U,
too far to share your midnight sky.
Too many things stood between us,
and sadly, there was a N, and an O.

One plus one is two;
I wanted you
and you wanted me too.
Two minus one is one;
what we won’t be
since you are gone.

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She made up her mind one day.
She left it to him two threet her right.
In no time, she knew she was done four,
because five other girls wanted to be with him too.
They all wanted to be his only.